In my childhood, when I first read the Greek myths, Hades was one of the Gods who caught my eye. I’ve ALWAYS loved spooky and cthonic things. As with most of the Greek/Roman Things, I turned away from Him once I hit my preteen years and got all man-angry(long story, message if you want to hear it, hehe!). In the last year, with ALL things going Greek/Roman on me, Hades has once again caught my eye. I’ve seen Him in my astral travels, on the periphery. He stands in the banks of a river, wearing a black hooded cloak, I can see the lower part of His face and He smiles, bowing slightly. Since I made my final decision to focus on death work and thana-doula training and study, He has been even more prominent. I feel Him close. I then had a conversation with a friend about Him and I remembered how I felt the first time I ‘met’ Him. It also makes sense. When I was a cook and a pastry chef my number one rule was make friends with the dishwashers, they will save your ass regularly. My theory on Divine Entities is the same, make friends with the Ones who specialize in your area of interest. That comparison made much more sense in my head but I’m tired and running on like half a spoon. What I’m trying to say is that regardless of my personal feelings towards Him, making friends with the King of the Dead, when one plans on helping the Dead is generally a good idea.
With that being said I’m going to Google search some images and get all dreamy and swoony, hehe! 😉

I am working on what I call a poem but which the God who generally likes to be called Poseidon, calls a song. Rough draft was awful. First draft somewhat acceptable. I’m hoping to get it finished by this weekend. I’m collaborating with someone on a project so everyone has to wait to read it. I haven’t written poetry in AGES. It’s fun but reminds me of my poetry sprees as a teen. At least this time I am writing about things that make me happy.

Apollo is my Priest, a ‘Spirit Worker’, He helps to guide and teach in the ways of Readings.

Aphrodite is my Friend, my Mother, my Huntress, my Mirror, my Love

And there’s Loki, Who does not give me another name to call Him besides Coyote. He is a very dear friend of mine and a ‘business partner’ or sorts, I tend to do a lot of readings for Lokeans. And He loves and watches over my son.

Odin is my Father in Heaven. A solid Rock and Foundation I can rest upon.

The Morrigan is my previous Patroness, an Old and Dear Friend Who is with me Always.

Now…language and names are a complicated thing. At this point in my Path and Learning, Who and What the God(s) actually are is really wibbly wobbly (totally timey wimey Dr Who shit). Besides Their continued support in one form or another, nothing is constant. The names used are the ones They currently prefer.

Today was a good day for creature sightings. Along the Burnaby/New Westminster border. I expect to see the Northern Flickers, Crows, Sparrows, and Chicadees. I did not expect the Coyote directly across the lane from my son and I(and the two dogs I was walking), or the two grey Doves a few blocks before that. Always cheers me too see creatures in the city, let alone unusual birds and wild dogs.

Loki has been about a lot recently, mainly checking in on my child. I also seem to get a lot of Lokean’s who ask for readings when I do my oracle calls. We aren’t in any sort of intimate relations or anything like that. In His own words, “I like to use your services; The child I have fallen madly for.”

He’s a sweet heart and I love Him to bits. He always makes me laugh. He couldn’t be left out of course, this was His choice for the morning.

Protect and Surviveby The Dubliner’s
Well the government’s made a document
To help prevent embarrassment
And in the event of an accident
Catching us with our trousers down
It’s no use to you when you’re dead
Nor even when alive
And the name of this peace of paper is
Protect and survive
Chorus:

So when the nukes come raining down
It’s great to be alive, well
World War Three can be such fun
If you protect and survive
Protect and survive
Well a nuclear strike can be recognised
It would stand out in a crowd
There’s a flash, then a bang, then a blast of heat
And a bloody great mushroom cloud
So if you happen to see one at the end of your street
Will you please pick up the telephone
And inform your local police
(Chorus)

Put sticky tape on your windows
Block your ears and close your eyes
Though it won’t make a blind bit of difference
You won’t have to watch yourself fry
If you find yourself in the target zone
And you haven’t got a shelter
Take a spade into the garden
And dig like merry hell sir

(Chorus) They’ve got strategic ICBMs
Both theatre and tactical
With independently targeted
Multiple re-entry vehicles
Backfire bombers, Polaris subs, cruise missiles
And the boys who hang around the Pentagon
Can’t wait to use these toys

(Chorus)

When Armageddon gets underway
And the rockets come pouring down
All the bloody politicians who started it
Will scuttle off underground
And when they finally re-emerge
With no life to be found
They can administrate the rubble they made
And order each other around

(Chorus)

Now they give us a four minute warning
When the rockets are on their way
To give us time to panic and Christians time to pray
So when you hear the sirens going
Place your head between your thighs
Whilst maintaining this posture
You can make a final gesture
And with a little muscular pressure
You can kiss your arse goodbye

So when the nukes come raining down
It’s great to be alive, well
World War Three can be such fun
If you protect and survive
Protect and survive
Protect and survive
Protect and…